managing to leave in my preferred time-period I avoided the brutishness of peak-hour public transport and found my calmest moment: standing in the kitchen cat underfoot cooking an unadventurous but not too unhealthy dinner for one in absolutely no hurry whatsoever. »
somewhere in the depth of my evening despair I figured I should go for a short walk to buy some cat food if nothing else. my spirits rose when I remembered that they’d probably have Marmite back on the shelves and so it was: I now have something tiny, black and sticky to look forward to for breakfast tomorrow. I am ever-grateful for small mercies they keep me alive »